I see angels dancing in the distant moon light.
I see them savior there souls.
They act like young children as they dance and play.
Wear has all the love gone in my heart.
I play with twisted roses formed with death.
Is this a game?
Angels dancing look at me.
Am I so far gone never to return?
Don’t I play to close to my dear friend death?
Twisting my heart with all the heart breaks that form.
Angels do them pray for me.
Wondering through the winter night.
Am I one of them, shun playing with
Deaths form of loving flowers.
Sharp with there points.
So close am I a angel,
Lost without love.
Will you find me once again?
Find me playing with death.

 
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